Love is …
A priceless jewel beyond compare,
You’ll find no equal anywhere,
No counterfeit, no lookalike,
No stand-in, ringer, copyright.
A luscious treat, a fantasy,
As sweet as any sweet can be,
As tender as a budding flower,
A proper handful come the hour.
A blissful night of ecstasy,
Warm hands, warm lips, warm
Where might be. And where might
Be ‘twixt heart and thong, a gentle
Touch can do no wrong.
A sudden charismatic blow,
A velvet glove as soft as snow,
No one on earth can beat this thing,
For love, is love, and love is … King.
© Joseph G Dawson
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